"Long Yan is a group of demons. They support the Protestant religion and actually occupied Saxony!"
"To tempt Saxon to become a servant of the devil, this is the greatest betrayal of the Lord!"
"The heroic Holy Crusaders were brutally killed by demons in order to protect the believers in Saxony. The fallen warriors will be embraced by the Lord, and the French warriors will live forever in the Hall of Valor."
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After the news broke, numerous newspapers printed the news, and it quickly spread throughout France.
It even includes France’s floating and large islands in the sea.
This island in the Mediterranean Sea is Corsica.
Although this island belongs to France, a large part of the people on the island do not identify themselves as part of France.
Corsica should become independent.
They have different views on this matter.
"Bonaparte, the mainland said they would resist the Longyan people. The Longyan people are demons. What do you think about this?"
The young man known as Bonaparte turned his head, raised his head slightly, looked at his few friends, and said with a smile: "This is just a deliberately exaggerated statement by Louis XV in order to divert the issue."
"In my opinion, the Long Yan people captured Saxony just to help Prussia. The struggle between these countries is simply based on interests."
His friend listened to Bonaparte's always sharp insights and said: "According to what you say, those Holy Crusaders who died in Saxony were just victims of the Pope's struggle for power in Europe."
Bonaparte nodded: "Sars, you can understand that, but you are also a believer in Catholicism. Slandering the Pope like this is not what you, a believer, should do."
Sals chuckled: "Aren't you Bonaparte too?"
The two looked at each other and laughed.
In other words, there was no third Catholic believer present when these words were spoken.
Otherwise, if these words were spread to other Catholic believers, both of them would be heinous heretics and destined to be burned at the stake.
"However, Louis XV's move will definitely extend the life of the French Empire."
"But it's just about extending our lives. There is still no way to resolve the most fundamental contradiction. Perhaps we in Corsica should take this opportunity to go independent."
Bonaparte's eyes looked into the distance, deep and wise, and he focused on the other end of the sky, seeming to be deep in thought.
Bang, his train of thought was suddenly interrupted. Sals patted him on the shoulder and said, "Stop thinking about it. If you have such an idea, you must first see the soldiers on Corsica."
"I really don't understand how those people on the mainland thought of leaving so many soldiers on a very safe island while they are currently fighting a war."
Bonaparte said nothing. Both of them knew this problem well.
As long as the mainland withdraws these soldiers, a war will definitely break out on Corsica.
A war for the independence of Corsica.
"Let's go, my father is still waiting for us to go back. He said he has something important to tell us." Bonaparte said.
"Oh, it turns out that the great Count Carlo is calling us, so we should leave as soon as possible."
Salz trotted all the way to the front.
Bonaparte did not take Sars's joke to heart.
The two families are one of the few nobles in Corsica and have a very good relationship. Sals has been his playmate since childhood.
The two arrived home soon.
As soon as they walked into the house, Bonaparte and Sals felt something was very wrong. The atmosphere was a bit depressing, but not heavy.